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[Hook: Rob Sonic] |
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In a Pinto, nose on the window |
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We don't really know which way the wind blow |
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At the state fair won a stuffed reindeer |
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We don't really know why we came here |
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At the drive in checking if his fly zipped |
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We don't really know what 'get a life' is |
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At the trade show looking at the lame-os |
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We don't know we're in the same boat |
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[Verse 1: Aesop Rock] |
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I dip dive skinned alive |
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Pinned open |
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Split wide petting zoo a piggy trichinosis |
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Tricky-tricky scattering over divine terror |
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Pride of the dilemma Eye of the chimera |
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Wide world slam dance to the gambit, bam bam |
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Hands of abandon |
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Temperament of Ram Man |
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Disillusion with you and your man's mans mans |
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Behind doors your porridge and Tim Tam slams |
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I was in a scramble posturing along side bogeymen |
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Green teeth chewing on his hoodie strings |
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Maybe wound tighterthan I should have been - probably |
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A mannerism born of Chris*******as Shopping at the Dollar Tree |
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Act important get sorted behind aJollibee |
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Promised land blue collars hopping on piranha plants |
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Whether blood from a stone or tapenade from an olive branch |
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Hail Mary mallon do the monster mash! |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Rob Sonic] |
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I dive dip, hide bank slips in my own pillow |
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Do wild *******t like crank sticks from an orange pinto |
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Two live clicks north of the only chance |
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To get a day's worth of supper and peyote plant |
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Slowly open cans of the tribal mix |
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From the Hollywood shuffle to the viral vid |
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Going spiral ham on a transit cop |
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And turn his piglets in the Plymouth into planet rock |
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Burn his image and then singe him to the canyon walls |
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Limb from limb him while the women rip his Danskins off |
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Get the digits and the tickets to the army ball and |
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All of this is why we're listening to Mardi Gras |
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Cause I zy, *******, you know alligator |
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And brought the whole ******* swamp to the Mallon kegger |
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And we drowning later, in a well with models |
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But if not, Plan B is we yelp in brothels |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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[Aesop Rock] |
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Wick wack jobs with slapshot; swing and a miss |
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It's brick slippers in a sinking abyss |
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Half-ape spit money in a mass grave |
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As Bobby illustrates on the following splash page |
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[Rob Sonic] |
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Hibernating with an iron maiden |
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In the USA label naval island waving |
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To the rescue planes, pocket flare for drama |
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With a volleyball bestie and a fendi wallet |
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[Aesop Rock] |
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Whole milk, honeycombs, bloody eyes, runny nose |
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Maybe guilty of collusion with a couple cutty folk |
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Money or a gummy bear, succumbing to a puppeteer |
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Penny for your lost cool (up in here) up in here |
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[Rob Sonic] |
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Cover ears, cussing here, tamper with the buccaneers |
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Mary's in the mirror near the towels where the nun appears |
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Aes, more rude than troop sorties |
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And more feud than a room with the two Coreys |
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[Outro] |
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I dip dive, I dip dive |
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I dive dip, I dive dip |
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Dip, dive, dip, dive |
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Hail Mary Mallon |
